Life and I got into an argument.
I called her neglectful, she called me needy.
I called her stingy, she called me wasteful.
I called her insensitive, she called me touchy.
I said “you fell short,” she said “get over it.”
I called her cavalier, she called me serious.
I called her careless, she said “live a little.”
I called her immature, she said “you should try it.”
I called her overrated, she called me bitter.
I said “you think you’re all that!”
She said “you think you’re not!”
I grabbed her hair, she grabbed my wrist.
I said “I’m throwing you off this cliff!”
She said “I’m yours to throw.”
“Want some Sol food?” I said.
“And beer afterwards” she said.
“You’re a little whore.”
“You’re a bitch yourself. Get me off this cliff, it’s cold!”
We kissed and made up.
By tuttysan © 2007
The fight – a poem. Photo: Sydney Harbour National Park, Australia.